You were busy on a field, picking some flowers. The sun would be vanishing behind the forest and night would come soon, but you wanted to make your parents a beautiful surprise with those fresh flowers. It was their wedding anniversary and your family, traditional famers, were expecting you to be home soon.

Then suddenly, a voice made you stop in your action and look up.

A hooded figure was standing there, pointing at the flowers.

"Are those free to take?" the person, a man, face well hidden, asked politely.